Not a conker

But almost.

Himself thought a conker looked marginally less interesting than this image.

It must be said there isn't much to thrill in either.
It's a late post anyway.
The world of Other is still being demanding, but only in a humdrum way.
I haven't been doing anything exciting or gallant.
Funny how gallant and galling presumably have the same root but, I think (!?) have very different definitions.
I did make a note to self, after the 'sluff' debacle, to research a bit more thoroughly before I posted in future (!)
Failed again!

My working week is finished. Hurrah!
(Though it was an entertaining morning.
I'm turning into Joyce Grenfell. I actually heard myself say,
'How clever, and what kind of flower is that Martha ... A CAULI flower! Well it's a LOVELY cauliflower.')